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Kylo Ren was on the far side of Starkiller base, sitting in the pilot's chair of his ship. Hux insisted he oversaw a shady exchange between the Order and a band of nasty smugglers. Hux was apparently hoping to get some vital information about the Resistance, but from the reputation of these pirates, it was probably a wild goose chase. A waste of his skills, frankly, but he had nothing else to do today and some violence would do him good. He was growing restless, his objective to turn Rey going nowhere and his search for Luke Skywalker on hold until his master decided otherwise.
He halted when the air around him started to vibrate, a mind-numbing buzzing sound in his ears. He looked at the three soldiers behind him, but they seemed unaffected. It was coming from the Force. He waited for a few seconds, wondering what it could be before it subsided completely. He put his hand on the ship's console, dismissing the strange phenomenon and getting ready to fly out of the hangar.
All of the sudden, Rey's voice thundered into his brain, her words dripping with hatred and pain: Kylo Ren, you fucker, I hate you!
His entire body froze in alarm, all his senses alerted, and his heart started pounding in his chest. He was so bewildered at the darkness in her voice, he answered out loud. "Rey?"
"Sir?" The Stormtrooper asked, not understanding why the departure had been so abruptly interrupted or why his boss was seemingly talking to himself.
"Shut up," Kylo Ren barked, waiting for Rey to answer.
"But sir?"
He rammed the trooper violently into the nearest wall with his mind, his skull cracking under the impact, effectively silencing him. The other 2 exchanged a knowing look and retreated towards the back of the ship.
Rey, what's wrong? No answer.
He concentrated so hard on her he drew blood from his lips, his teeth digging deep into his skin.
Rey was frightened and furious. Why? He asked himself before stealing one vivid picture from her mind: Hux was holding a knife to her thigh, slicing through her flesh.
Fuck.
Of his own volition, his body sprinted into action. He ran hard and fast, ignoring the curious looks he got from the multiple soldiers he crossed paths with, sending to the ground those that were in his way. The closer he got, the clearer the images became, telling him to hurry.
Hux stood in front of Rey, touching her face, a demented smile on his lips. She was flinching violently at the touch but she was trapped. Hux used his knife to cut her clothes in a straight line, from her neck to her navel, running out of fresh skin to cut.
He cursed again. That bastard, he's not supposed to be in there. He's not supposed to touch her, one part of him was repeating endlessly, while the other part was wondering: what the fuck am I going to do, when I get there?
Rey's head was throbbing. She didn't know why this image of Kylo Ren running wildly through deserted corridors kept popping into her rattled brain. She thought it would be almost comical, if only it didn't mean she'd gone completely insane. No one is coming, she relentlessly reminded herself.
When the dark figure burst into the cell, each of his breath shallower than the last, she thought he was a figment of her imagination. She looked down, turning away from the apparition.
He, however, couldn't tear his eyes away from her. She was bleeding. Shallow cuts decorated her arms and legs and nausea dizzied him. He didn't think he had ever seen this much red.
She had been crying; a lot. Fresh tears were following the path of the dried ones, leaving a salty trail down her cheeks.
"Ren!" Hux exclaimed in elated surprise, bringing him back to reality as he turned to him. "I'm almost glad you're here for this."
"What the fuck is going on here?" His synthetic voice was trembling with emotion.
"Snoke is done with the girl, so I'm having a little fun with her before the kill," Hux smirked depravedly.
Ren's mind tried to process the words but all he could really see was Rey's blood falling on the floor. Drip. Drip. Drip.
Hux went on: "You know, it's only fair you shared your little whore with the rest of us."
At the implication of his words, Kylo Ren's anger crashed out of him like a tidal wave, engulfing everything in its path. Undiluted rage sizzled in his blood and his entire world caught fire.
"Mine, she's all mine,"he yelled gravely, using the force to immobilize his enemy, crushing his throat, no longer confused.
"I knew it," Hux choked.
Please, she begged him but he was in no state to hear her. She was ashamed of it, but she was so exhausted, she just wanted to disappear. He opened his lightsaber and she thought: Yes, please, let it be over.
He couldn't hear anything but the maddening sound of his own heartbeat and feel nothing besides the scorching flames consuming him. He opened his weapon and took a menacing step forward. When he drove his saber into the flesh of the General, shredding him to pieces, a wicked joy twisted his features into a devil's grin. He had dreamed of doing that for so long. His breathing was ragged as he struck Hux again and again until the corpse was nothing but a mess of burnt flesh.
He finally exhaled as his blinding hate found solace in Hux's death, letting his arms fall on each side of his body, his chest still heaving. Without second guessing what he'd just done, he released Rey's hands, grabbed his cape and enveloped her with it, holding her upright. He couldn't bear to glimpse at her cuts for a moment longer. It was all his fault. He threw his helmet on the floor with his other hand. His eyes searched Rey's. They were all wrong. God. Did he?
She shook her head no and he let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding.
No, Hux hadn't had the time to rape her yet, but she was broken all the same. Her brain was trying to process what was happening, the loss of blood making it hard to concentrate, to distinguish between dream and reality. She still thought she must be hallucinating when the foul scent of the body hit her nose and made it real.
Kylo Ren had just savagely killed General Hux in front of her, the number one of the First Order. She finally admitted to herself what she had been so adamant on denying: there was something between Ren and her. She didn't know what or how or even if it was a good or a bad thing but, as she glanced down at the mangled body of Hux, she knew he felt it too. She was losing grip on consciousness, and leaned into Ren for support.
He picked her up bridal style as she fainted into oblivion. Had she lost too much blood? He removed a glove with his teeth and checked her pulse on her neck, relieved to find it steady and strong. He cradled her into his arms and started shaking uncontrollably.
Shit.
Snoke.
He would kill him. No, rather obliterate him; and Rey. He would find out soon, would feel his treachery in the Force. He'd just disobeyed the most basic rule: that he should not care for anything but power. Craving Rey had become his undoing, and faced with the looming possibility that she would disappear forever from this galaxy, he didn't even hesitate to kill for her.
Can I spin this? He asked himself but he knew he couldn't. There was no excuse for killing Hux to save Rey, no logical explanation. No other reason than his growing need for her.
No, he couldn't spin this from here, so close to the First Order's influence, but maybe, just maybe, there was a way to fool his master, to keep her.
The world was on fire and no one could save me but you
It's strange what desire make foolish people do
I'd never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you
I'd never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
No I don't wanna fall in love
No I don't wanna fall in love
No I don't wanna fall in love
With you
Wicked games – Cover by James Vincent McMorrow
Hope you guys liked it, can you guess what he has in mind? Love angry protective Kylo Ren, review if you do too! : )
Elmo13